Zeng Xingtian spoke, raising his hand to directly pull a Fang family disciple to his palm, grabbing the person's neck and lifting him up, then smilingly looked at Fang Zhoushan.
"He died because of you, Fang Family Head."
After saying this, Zeng Xingtian twisted his hand and snapped the opponent's neck, then threw him towards Fang Zhoushan like a rag doll.
"Nanhua."
Fang Zhoushan looked at the person collapsed in front of him. Although the man was a few years older, they had played together since childhood as close friends. He had once said that when he became the family head, he would make this friend an elder of the family.
Memories flashed before his eyes, but his childhood brother had died in front of him. Was there regret?
Fang Zhoushan clenched his fists, hating his own incompetence, hating his weakness.
